Every morning when I wake up
Two sieves catch my eyes
With their blinking tiny eyes.
The metal one bears
Seven stars on its bottom
Where seven dreams are sitting.
The other one is made of fine-meshed plastic
Bearing a lone hexagonal star
Where I lump my questions
Of whys:
why we dream
and why we aspire.
Jul 6, 2016
Jul 6, 2016 at 9:53 PM UTC
Every morning when I wake up
Two sieves catch my eyes
With their blinking tiny eyes.
The metal one bears
Seven stars on its bottom
Where seven dreams are sitting.
The other one is made of fine-meshed plastic
Bearing a lone hexagonal star
Where I lump my questions
Of whys:
why we dream
and why we aspire.
